The driver was facing the cold accomplice. When he heard what Xiao Yang said again, he didn't dare to move around. His body trembled like a sieve, and he stood still in place.

"Xiao Yang, how do you solve these two guys?"

Qiao Ling'er asked in a deep voice.

Xiao Yang smiled indifferently, shrugged his shoulders, and said, "Let me leave this kind of thing to you!"

Qiao Ling'er nodded slightly when she heard this, and then the two cold eyes fell on the driver's accomplices.

The driver's accomplice squeezed out a smile forcibly, and begged tremblingly, "Auntie, I have old friends and young people, and I am all counting on me to support me. You... just let me go this time! I promise not to do such a bad thing again!"

While he was speaking, he was cautious and his eyes were staring at the short knife in Qiao Ling'er's hand, because the tip of the short knife was completely attached to his Adam's apple. As long as he spoke, the short knife would cut his throat.

Qiao Ling'er didn't make any sound, but her eyes were still cold as ice. Under the moonlight, her wrists trembled, and the short knife in her hand flashed with a flash of cold light. The sharp blade passed through the arm of the driver's accomplice. The movement was too fast, and the driver's accomplice didn't feel anything at all.

But only after a moment, his entire right arm fell off his shoulder and fell to the ground. At the wound, blood was pouring outwards, and his shrill wail resounded throughout the wilderness, tragic.

The driver saw Qiao Ling'er's attack so fiercely, and was so scared that he lost his soul. His legs became weak. He knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Qiao Ling'er who was gradually walking towards him, "Don't... don't hurt me! I'll give you all the money I earn..."

As he said, he collected scattered cash from his pocket and piled it in front of him.

And those money added up to a total of less than a thousand yuan, and Xiao Yang did not expect these people who rely on doing this kind of thing to have a lot of money.

Qiao Ling'er showed disdain for money. She stood in front of the driver, looked down at him condescendingly, and asked in a cold voice: "How many people have you harmed?"

When the driver heard this, he was stunned for a moment and shook his head in panic, "This is the first time we have done such a thing!"

How could Qiao Ling'er believe this?

Just talking about the proficiency of these three guys in this kind of activity, it is obvious that they are not a first offense.

"Um?"

Qiao Ling'er felt a cold voice, but with these sounds, the driver's heart was suffocated.

The driver hurriedly changed his words and said timidly: "I did it three times..."

Swish-

Before he finished speaking, a cold light flashed, and the cold sound of a sharp weapon passing through the air echoed in his ears, making people creepy.

The cold light faded, and the driver's three fingers were cut by a short knife in unison. It seemed that the speed was too fast, and the blood had not flowed out, and the incision was filled with scattered whiteness.

The driver grabbed his falling finger with his other hand and rolled on the ground, grinning in pain.

Qiao Ling'er disagreed with this. She threw the short knife in her hand next to the driver, turned around and walked to Xiao Yang, and said calmly: "Let's go!"

The chill that Qiao Ling'er just now seemed to make Xiao Yang feel like a stranger.
Chapter completed!